"It wasn't you." The woman beside Charles spoke. Her voice was sharp and quiet, though you could tell she didn't like talking all that much due to the strange edge he had to put on her voice to make it sound as good as it did. 

Charles smiled. He had the sense that she would have continued talking, had something conflicting not come up. He didn't say anything about it, but nodded to her last question. "Yes, Forge is in charge of the mechanics class, though he does run strange hours for the class due to him also being the chief operator of the Danger Room." He motioned to the woman beside him, who only cast him a small glance in return. "I am an old friend of her's, and I'm glad to hear that Logan is back safely after another trip out." Logan was probably one of Charles' toughest students. Not in the scholarly way, no. Logan didn't care for that at all. Charles did his best to help Logan find out more about himself, and was almost always there for him when he had one of his bouts of amnesia. 

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"Reagan." Sally suggested with a twinkle in her eye. "Most people want to do the big ones, like Washington, Adams, Lincoln, but the Actor-President Ronald Reagan is the one we should go after. Everyone loved him, both parties loved him and he was a real charmer in the face of everyone he ever met. Seems a little weird, yeah?"

Peter was not the most studious or observant person out there, but he believed that he knew what she was getting at. It would have made sense, too, given his age, time of presidency, and what was happening during that time. "Are you meaning to say that this president was like us?"

"I mean it's not impossible." Sally returned somewhat carelessly. "But yeah. There's no way that Big Ron wasn't a mutant. My best guess, he influenced people with some sort of verbal mutation. Not gonna lie, he wasn't a bad lookin' guy back in the day." She was getting off topic, Sally knew this. Her hand slid toward the guidelines paper to see what needed to be done. They couldn't really speculate on the project whether or not he was a mutant, but he was still an interesting president nonetheless. "So, where are you guys from, anyways?" She had her guesses, but she wanted to ask them personally than assume.

"Russia." Peter responded quietly. "Near Siberia." They probably didn't know much about Russia, so he was going to spare them the specifics.

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Shawn hummed to himself in thought. There didn't seem to be much that they could do that would be an equal fight. "Combat, I'm trained, he's not. I'm a Scholar, Johnny isn't. I'd say Quake, but I'd have to be careful about static and a rise of my powers making the gamy fry. Powers, I've got him beat. We could try rock-pape-"

"Fine." Johnny cut him off. "I get it. You're [i]so[/i] much better than me that anything we do put's me at a natural disadvantage. I'll take the loss, I don't even care." The boy huffed and threw his arms together, hunching forward in his seat. He thought he could just start some trouble and end up on top, but Shawn listing everything made it obvious how much better he was at everything than Johnny. Of course he's better, he's-

"Well. In any case, I still think we should continue class outside. It will be nice to get some fresh air." Hank stepped towards the door and opened it, motioning for his group of students to walk out. 

Shawn rose and went out the door, casting an uneasy glance at Heidi. He sorta felt bad about it now, having somewhat shamed Johnny into accepting defeat rather than actually settling it somehow. He knew that this would dampen the relationship between Shawn and Johnny, but he wasn't really sure if the other option of fighting would have ended much better. Maybe he shouldn't have done it the second time, maybe he shouldn't even have done it the first.